When we got back to the house, I was even more hysterical as I frantically followed him into our bedroom begging him not to go. Without a word, he began stuffing his clothes into giant garbage bags.
Pregnant with my first child, I finished the eighth grade at home due to excessive bullying at school. For the sake of my growing baby’s life, daily beatings, death-threats, and being thrown into lockers was not something that I could endure another day. So, I opted to be home-schooled for the remainder of my eighth-grade year, and into the beginning of my ninth-grade year.
How can a girl of only thirteen know in her heart of hearts, without any shadow of a doubt, that the perfect stranger she is beholding is her future husband? I was seriously having a Laura Ingalls moment — at long last, I had found my “Manly!”
Dad seemed just as excited to meet me as I was to finally meet him. He gave me a big hug and said that he really wanted to get to know me. So we made arrangments for him to visit regularly throughout the summer.
I remember it like it happened yesterday. I can still hear her screaming. I can still hear myself screaming. I can still hear each and every horrid word those monsters yelled at us. I can still see her lying there, unconscious in a pool of blood, with her head in the wall. I can still see them coming after me. I thought she was dead. I thought I was next.